Last Saturday morning Steve and I ditched the glistening waters of The Saguaro in sunny Palm Springs and packed up our rented Camaro in search of adventure and slot machines. [Read: Him, slot machines. Me, adventure.]
We drove through the Mojave desert, encountered a man cycling through it like a crazy person, had two or three panic attacks, got sunburned through the window, accidentally stumbled upon Route 66, bought a road map, ate melted trail mix, refreshed our memory of how to treat a rattlesnake bite, took several wrong turns that all looked like right ones despite aforementioned road map which we never opened and — eventually — parked in the 7 story garage of the Flamingo hotel on the Las Vegas strip.
Then I had, like, twenty more panic attacks because Vegas is straight up F’d. It didn’t take me long to feel better though, because tequila.
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